Author's
Note: Yaoi.
No flaming. Just so you know, Jiraiya and Orochimaru were
lovers when they were younger in this story.

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I
will make him understand that I love him. No matter how long it
takes.

Orochimaru
was currently sitting in a hot springs, opposite Jiraiya. The white
haired male was smiling softly, fingers tracing the patterns in the
water.

"What
did Tsunade say that made you so angry?"

He
knew the question would be asked sooner or later. "She said that
she loved you."

Jiraiya
smiled. "She lied, Orochimaru. You know that. She only said it so
you'd tell her that you know where I am." Orochimaru saw the
reasoning but didn't reply.

"But
did she have to use those words?" Orochimaru bit out as Jiraiya
moved closer to him.

"Some
people don't value love as much as they used to, especially after
loosing people close to them." Jiraiya offered, running his hands
through the water. He then pulled his legs up to his body, hugging
them almost innocently, smiling like a young child.

Orochimaru
smiled softly at the image in front of him.

His
ex-team-mate was paddling around in the water, almost like he'd
never felt the warmth before. Orochimaru was so deep in thought he
didn't notice how close Jiraiya was. When the white haired sannin
laughed loudly beside him, it snapped him out of his haze.

Jiraiya
looked at him curiously. "What's with you today? You seem
spacey."

The
raven smirked. "Worried about me, are you?" he asked, almost
jokingly. Jiraiya cocked an eyebrow. "Of course I am."

If
Orochimaru had of been holding something, he would've dropped it.
He stared at the other male, hardly believing his ears. "You still
care about me?"

Jiraiya
nodded, his wet hair sticking to his slim shoulders.

Before
Jiraiya could blink, Orochimaru's arms wound themselves around his
waist, pulling him to the chest of the paler male. Jiraiya's hand
splayed across Orochimaru's chest in attempt to steady himself.

Jiraiya
ignored the beating underneath his fingertips and looked into the
golden eyes of old friend. His own arms travelled up around
Orochimaru's neck and pulled him down into a more comforting
embrace.

The
two stayed in the hug, Orochimaru's hands finding comfort on tan
hips. Jiraiya's head rest in Orochimaru's neck, breathing softly.

--

"I
hate it when you're in the hot spring for too long. Your skin goes
all funny." Orochimaru smirked at the comment, amusement dancing in
his eyes as he watched Jiraiya examine his skin.

Jiraiya
waved his fingers in front of Orochimaru's face. When he got no
reaction, he crawled onto the raven's lap and grabbed his head with
tan hands.

Lips
met in a sweet kiss. There was no tongue, purely lips. Jiraiya
shifted slightly in his lap, causing Orochimaru to open his mouth in
a surprised gasp. Taking advantage of this, Orochimaru slid his
tongue out and swiped it across the others, clutching Jiraiya's
waist a little bit tighter.